And always the changing light:
silver, pewter, moth wing,
Greys in Jack’s eyes too:
sunshine, seen through rain.
Francesca Kay’s novel (which I have just read) is at times pure poetry – which is why I have presented this two-sentence citation as a poem.
Kay, Francesca. 2009. An equal stillness. London: Weidenfeld & Nicolson [pp 181-2]